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Date Posted: 02:11:30 05/01/06 Mon
Author: kennedypratt
Subject: how about this for entertainment?
In reply to: ShanBan 's message, "Too Quiet" on 23:53:02 04/30/06 Sun

I slid out of the bed in a soft and fluid motion. Checking behind me the prince of country still slept soundly. My head was spliting from last nights efforts to drown my sorrows and endless talk of the way things were and should have been and how they weren't and how
this was and wasn't my fault. Making sure he would stay asleep I weighed my needs for both a shower and a cup of coffee. Since my tongue was stuck to the roof of my mouth I chose coffee first. In bare feet I padded down the steps, trespassing through his big empty house. No wonder he ate at restaurants so much and went out for coffee. The hallowemptyness of the place made me long for some human companionship too. I located the rarely used coffee maker on the counter but set out for the task of finding coffee grounds. The freezer revealed a useless bag of expensive coffee beans, probably a gift I surmised.
I laughed to myself, like he would have a coffee grinder and the machines that containedtheir own were far to complicated. The drive to Starbucks was looking better by the moment when finally I spotted a small can deep inside the recesses of a cabinet. The grounds didn't smell that fresh but at that moment neither did my hair so my interest lay in the caffine instead. I set out to the task of adding water and a few scoops of grinds to the
filter. As the coffee driped I slumped into a bar stool in the kitchen. I rested the side of my face onto one hand, proped on the counter, comtemplating last night and the
conversation we had. The conversation we ALWAYS had about us and why we didn't work out,over and over and over again. Like I had said last night, what is it going to take to make me realize this isn't good? Internal injuries, jail term? Well, those had happened on a
smaller scale in some strange ways, still I didn't learn. But as the coffee finished I resolved to be strong, to resist this time. I wasn't sure how I had last night but somehow my jeans had stayed on. I got up to look for a coffee mug. Surely he at least had that. I searched the cabinets again, finally spotting one, well out of my reach. I stood on my tip toes, cursed my height, extended my head back and reached as far my arm would extend
before touching it finally. Just as I started to slid it forward I heard a voice beside me on the other side of the cabinet door.
"That's a nice view first thing in the morning."
His voice startled me and I lost my grip on the cup. It came tumbling toward me, stricking me square across the nose, then to the counter and the remaining pieces to the floor. I gripped my face, to shocked and in pain to scream at that moment. His view of my face
had been blocked my the cabinet door and apparently Keith was not aware of the injury. He laughed gently,"Are we back to throwing dishes at each other already bibby?"

I started to whimper, aware of the blood filling my hands, still blocked my the oak door.

"Oh come on now bibby, I'll add it to your tab." He said moving behind me, putting his hand on my shoulder, gently turning me towards him.

My hands still gripped my face. I thought maybe if I held it long enough my nose wouldn't shatter like the ceramic cup. Never having a major injury and being an all together whimp, I thought for sure my nose had fallen off. Keith's eyes grew to the size of saucers as
he saw the blood dripping from my hands.

"Oh s#@t, dammit, bibby, sit down!" He said alarmed, pulling a bar stool my way.

I obeyed and he handed me a dish towel. His face drained a little color and he hovered and fussed.
Oh great, I thought, he's going to pass out and I'm going to end up tending to his head lac. I had always dealt with the medical issues, I was the nurse after all and Keith was never good with blood. But much to my suprise and relief he stayed conscious. I was still gripping the bridge of my nose and choking back sobs, it hurt so much! He gently touched my face, trying to move my hand.

"come on bibby, let me see".

I moved back, "like you know anything about broken bones?" I snapped at him.

"Oh I've seen plenty in aussie pubs and drunken fights on tour buses."

I hesitantly moved my hand and the blood poured. "oh it doesn't look to awful bad bibby."

Gently I palpated the bones, no holes or crunchiness much to my suprise.
"okay, okay" I said trying to compose myself, "lets see if it stops bleeding".

"Um no, miss health professional you are going to the ER." He stated flately.

"Well lets see Keith, the hospital where I work will they will tease endlessly or one I don't work at where they'll probably assume you beat me up." I asked sarcastically
from behind my bloody towel.

"Well, let's go see your coworkers then. They tease you anyway and even if they do think I hit you they know you well enough that you might of had it coming." He teased and smiled.

Still trying to stop crying and telling myself my nose would stay on, I got into the truck and let him drive me to the hospital. As we pulled into the valet parking I mumbled from behind my dish towel. "You can just drop me off, really its fine, I'll call Lindsay to pick me up after they do some x-rays."

I tried to get out of the car but he put his
hand on my arm, pushing me back against the seat.
"You've got to be kidding me? After all the time you took care of me through sinus infections, the flu, god only know what else. Give me a break bibby." He rolled his
eyes at me as he got out of the truck, giving the keys to the valet he helped me out of my
seat.
We walked into the ER and luckily I had my badge in my purse. I swiped the security strip to bypass the triage area into the back hallway. From behind my towel I searched frantically for a familiar face at the nurses station. I spotted one I recognized and
walked up. "Pat, you've got to help me." I said frantically.
She looked up in suprise and bewilderment before she recognized me in my party clothes and bloody towel. She glanced hesitantly at Keith, not being a country fan she did not know who he was.
"What is the hell happened to you?" She said quietly into my ear.
"I dropped a cup from a high shelf, I think my nose is broken, please get me into a room."
She smiled and shook her head, "Come on little one, lets go back here."
She led me and Keith into an exam room and took all my information. I asked her for her silence but apparently walking through an ER with Keith Urban gets you noticed. Soon a series of nurses from my unit made a parade down to see me while I waited. Keith sat on the exam table with me the whole time, joking with them, putting his arm around me and holding my hand while the doctor examined my nose. Keith gave me a reasuring hug when the doc looked at my x-rays and declared me bruised but not broken. "You'll be pretty black and blue for a few days,
but you'll be okay." The doc told us. Keith shook his hand and thanked him. 'What a suck up'I thought.
We finally left, Keith carefully listening to my discharge instructions that my friend insisting on reviewing. I rolled my eyes and tapped my foot the entire time.
"Yeah, I know all this Patt, don't you have real sick people to see?"
She handed Keith the instruction when she was finished, "better be careful little girl, you
never know when another cup might come swinging your way with that mouth." She said with a laugh.
Keith was standing with his arm around my shoulder. He kissed my forhead gently.
"Come on lets go home so these nice ladies can take care of real sick people, not silly girls who knock themselves in the face with coffee cups.". He whispered.
As I was escorted out by my country gentleman I wondered to whose home we were going to. Without even having to mention it he drove to Starbucks and got my favorite drink. Handing it to me he said, "I'm sure the coffee at home is awful cold by now."
I sipped it appreciatively, still feeling the buzz of the pain medicine I had recieved. Feeling a bit silly I laughed, "I always end up in some type of intoxicated state when I'm with you."

He glanced over at me while driving, "Well, how else would I get you to get back together with me so many times?" He replied.

"Ah, that must be it. I was wondering." I replied, still giggling.

I rode with him back to his house with no protest, talking about silly things that seemed hilarious to me. He helped me up the walkway. As I leaned against him he whispered,
"this seems familiar". I found that hilarious as well and poor Keith ended up carrying me into the house, placing me gently on the couch.
The sun was starting to set, it had been a long wait at the hospital, and the living room was still dim in the evening light. I leaned back comfortably as he settled me on the couch. I reached up and stroked his hair as he sat next to me. His eyes slightly tired, fine lines showing as he smiled. He licked his perfect lips and I ran one finger down his forehead to the tip of his
nose. Softly I touched my thumb to his bottom lip then to his chin and soft scruff.
"Maybe this is why I took you back so many times." I said sofly.
Taking my hand he kissed my palm, "What's that bibby?" He asked.
"Nevermind" I said, mumbling and settling back into the couch. Suddenly I was very sleepy. Keith reached to pull a blanket onto me, as he lifted his arms to spread it
I reached up, running my hand up his thigh to his belt buckle, pulling him towards me.
I smiled at him as he placed one knee along side me. "Ah now, the nurse said you can't make decisions for 24 hours after that good pain medicine they gave you." He stroked my face gently as he spoke.

"Just lay here with me a little while." I requested.

"Okay, until you fall asleep but then I have to find us some dinner, move over." He replied.
I obliged, moving into the back of the couch, he layed down carefully next to me. He placed
one arm behind my head, the other on my hip. On my side, I snuggle into him. He was warm and smelled good and was saying nice things. I drifted into a hazy slumber with an aussie tour guide, it was heaven.

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[> [> Very nice. It's great to see you back to writing! If coming in late to work means I get new stories I'll come in late more often. (I'm sure my boss will be thrilled.) -- Texas_Cheryl, 16:40:08 05/01/06 Mon [1]

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[> [> [> Ya'll are funny. I didn't realize I had left. -- kennedypratt, 10:55:05 05/02/06 Tue [1]

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[> [> Glad to see you're back KP. Love your work! I hope your nose gets better soon, I'm sure it will with Keith as your bedside nurse! Mmmm Keith dressed as a nurse..............sorry I have a strange imagination sometimes -- AussieChick, 00:42:51 05/02/06 Tue [1]

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[> [> more entertainment -- kennedypratt, 13:26:38 05/03/06 Wed [1]

Dreams plauged my sleep. Scary bizarre dreams, one after the other. In one dream I was running down a beach on a cold, icy day. Keith was walking ahead of me and I couldn't catch up. I kept calling, screaming until my voice was raw. But he kept walking, waving
his hand up, sending me back. I stumbled into the cold sand, scraping my hands, crying, still he walked on. In the next dream we were making love, he was warm and soft smelling so good. We had both just finished and he was nuzzling my breasts and murmuring something. As he lifted his head and looking into my eyes, I reached up and stroked his soft hair. Black spiders ran out from under his hairline and onto me. He opened his mouth and more
crawled out, spilling across me. I awoke with a start, flipping the blankets back off of me. A sharp pain shot through my face and I winced, gently bringing my hand to my nose.
The living room was dark but the light from the kitchen provided a path to the bathroom. I gingerly stood up and found my way to the powder room. I flipped on the light and gasped at the sight of myself. The bridge of my nose black and deep purple waves spread under each of my eyes.

Keith walked up behind me, "Hey sweetheart, you're up." He tried to hide his brief facial expression of disgust and smiled. "It's not that bad bibby, really". He said noting the tears in my eyes.

"Its effin awful, look at me, I'm hideous." I started to cry.

"Oh come on now, its not even broken, in a week you'll be fine" He cooed as he hugged me.

"Come on, we'll have some dinner and you can have one of your pills and we'll watch a movie". He continued to console me.
He knew me to well, food always worked. I let him escort me into the kitchen where various chinese food containers were scattered on the counter. It smelled so good. My stomach reminded me I had not eaten all day.

"I didn't hear the door bell, when did they deliver?"I asked.

"They didn't, I went and got it when I had your perscription filled." He replied shaking
a bottle of pills. He read the label, "Pretty strong stuff, be careful with this bibby."

I laughed, "listen to you, giving medical advice, I should have let you set my nose too."

"umm, no, I won't be doing that. " He replied sheepishly. "Sit" he instructed pointing
to a kitchen chair.
I sat obediatly and let him serve me a plate of my favorite chinese and diet coke.

We both chowed down on the meal. After his second egg role he laughed, "If it wasn't for chinese and Starbucks you and I would have never gotten together in the first place,and together again and again."

"Huh?" I replied, looking at him quizically. "Are you confusing me with another girl again?"

"No bibby, it was only you that I rescued in the charlotte airport so long ago, and you who left me bawling in starbucks the first time you told me to hit the road." He replied

"Oh" I said knodding my head, taking another bite. "Yeah, that was me." I said with a mouthful of lo mein.

"What was it they said at the beginning of that movie crash, people so despirate for contact slam into each other, again and again? That what you and I do, slam into each other, like accidents, but not quite." He said philosophilcally.

"Umm, did you take one of these pills or something Keith? You and I are more than accidents, we are damn near natural disasters." I replied.

He laughed and handed me the bottle. "Speaking of which, it is time for you to take one, and no, I have no interest in your pills."

"Thanks", I said taking one and swallowing hard. "My face was starting to throb, and I was just kidding about the pills." I said seriously.

"I know you were. Are you finished? We can go watch the movie now." He said standing up and taking my plate.

I looked towards the clock, it was close to 11pm. "Don't you want to take me home?" I asked.

He didn't turn from the sink, his back towards me, "No Kristin, acutally I don't" he replied shortly.

I didn't argue, my pill was kicking in and I cared very little about my sleep arangements. I leaned against the counter as he rinsed the dishes and I finished my diet coke.

"Well this is awful nice here Vegamite, you doing dishes, nursing me with my banged up face, pretty effin nice, I could get used to this." I sighed and leaned back against the counter.

He gave a big laugh and rinsed his hands, drying them on a towel carefully while studying me.

"You haven't called me that in forever, I do believe this medicine had gotten me back into your good graces again."

He stood in front of me, putting one hand on the counter on either side of me, his belt buckle gently pressing into my belly. He kissed my forehead and brushed a whisp of hair behind my ear.
"Still hurt?" He whispered against my skin.

"Not really, not now, I'm good." I murmured back.
I glanced upward into his eyes, they closed gently as he kissed me and nuzzled my face. I moved my hands to his waist, gently squeezing his hips, my thumbs moving along the hem of his tee shirt. He drew in a breath and stepped back.

He took my hand, "come on princess, movie time".

We walked into the living room and I plopped down on the couch while he played with the dvd player and the tv, trying to get them to communicate by cursing each of them
throughly. I layed on the couch restlessly, watched him bend over, detailing his plumbers crack. After the fifteenth time I watched him unplug and reconnect each wire I had a thought.

"Doesn't the tv in your bedroom have a dvd player built into it?" I asked.

He stopped and turned around. "Yeah, do you want to go upstairs? Last night...you...I tried...but..." He let his voice trail off and he swallowed, waiting for my response.

I ran my hand through my hair and stood up. "That was last night Aussie boy, and if we go up now it will save you the trip of carrying me up later."

I started to walk towards the stairs and he joined me, putting his arm around my waist.

"You know we don't have to do anything." He said seriously, looking at me.

I laughed, "trust me veg, I'm not doing anything with my face like this."

He gave me a squeeze, "Oh good, you would look scary on top of me with your face like that, might give me nightmares."

Once upstairs I took a quick, much needed shower while he started the movie. I pawed through his closet and selected a tee shirt. I had spilled coffee on my jeans at some point and I left them on the closet floor, thinking I would wash them in the morning. My shirt however, I folded carefully and put in my purse, not wanting to leave evidence for anyone who might show up.

I climbed up onto the big bed with him. He had already changed into flannel pants and a tee shirt. We left the mountain of decorative pillows on the bed but got under the covers. I was fully feeling my medicine at that point and just vaguelly aware of a movie playing, the tv threw shadows across the now darkened room. He stretched his arm out and I gladly snuggled up to his chest. He rested his chin against my wet hair and I ran my hand across his new pooch of belly.

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[> [> [> Thanks for the chapter KP! Will you be sharing any more with us before you desert us for the weekend? Have a good, safe trip. We can't wait to hear all about it when you return. -- Texas_Cheryl, 16:43:40 05/03/06 Wed [1]

I had my own KU nightmare last night. He turned into stretch armstrong and his shoulders kept getting broader and broader and broader.

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[> [> [> [> thanks -- kennedypratt, 20:13:02 05/03/06 Wed [1]

Thanks Tex, I feel my self esteem rising. I'm a bit lost as to where to go, laying there with my hand on his belly.....I might have to lay there a while longer, sorry.

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[> [> [> [> [> DOWN. When in doubt go DOWN. Well, not necessarily go down on him but you know what I mean. -- Texas_Cheryl, 22:42:00 05/03/06 Wed [1]

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[> [> [> [> further entertainment -- kennedypratt, 01:05:45 05/04/06 Thu [1]

I sighed softly. The medication had made me let my guard down. I snuggled closely and breathed in his body scent and laundry detergent smell. One hand still rested on his belly the other dangerously close to his upper thigh. I had missed laying there like this with him, those quiet moments before we went to sleep. There had been others after him and in between our spells of breakups, but none I enjoyed as much as him. His chin still rested on top of my head, his arms clasped over my shoulder. He kissed my head gently.
"Feeling any pain bibby?" He murmured against my hair.

"Feeling nnnnooo pain." I replied.

He rested his cheek against my temple as I dozed, kissing me again. I slouched down and rested my head on his chest as he reclined back to watch the movie. He stroked my hair
and giggled as I mumbled, "I'll try not to drool on you". I drifted off into another hazy sleep.

My odd dreams continued. This time SHE was there, so really it was a nightmare. Keith and her were dressed in white clothes, playing with a horribly ugly baby that I could only assume was hers. I watched silently from a distance, unable to speak or look away for what seemed like forever. Then the dream changed, and I was running through his house. It was dark, just before a storm. I was running from someone, not sure who, but I was very afraid. All of the doors were locked from the outside and I couldn't find a place to hide. Finally, I saw an open window and jumped. I awoke again with a start, throwing the covers off myself. Keith woke up from me lurching out of his arms. He rubbed his face and put a hand on my shoulder.
"What is it bibby?" He asked.

I tried to catch my breath, still not sure what I had been running from. "Nothing, a dream, I guess" I replied, settling back down. My face felt like I had a ton of weigh resting on it.
He gently touched my check, "your face is getting more swollen, do you want some ice?"

I accepted and he went to fetch an ice pack for me. I drew the covers around me and wondered about the dreams. 'No more pills', I thought.
Keith returned with the ice and put it gently on my face. "See, perfect fit." He said as he kissed my lips that peaked out just below the ice pack.

I was feeling awful brave, thinking he couldn't get mad at someone with an ice pack on her face.
"So Keith, tell me how things are going with her."

He had been getting himself back under the covers, he stopped mid stride. The blankets in one hand, one leg on the bed, the other still on the floor. He stared into my eyes as they darted from the top of the ice pack, 'maybe this wasn't the best time to bring this up' I thought.

His face softened into a smile and he got into bed. "So, you want to know about me and her?"

"Well, not her so much but how you are doing with her." I replied.

"You're a smart girl, would I be playing nursemaid and getting you into my bed if things were well?" He asked with a chesire cat grin.

"Well, I was drunk, sad and alone and then I managed to bash my face in at your house, that is why I'm here isn't it?" I asked.

"If I thought that little of you, I'd have left you outside that bar or dropped you at the ER with your bloody little face." He said bending his head down close to mine. He placed one hand on my shoulder, slipping his fingers to my collarbone.

I shifted back, uncomfortable with the attention. "So, you are saying things are not good between you and her?" I asked.

He withdrew his hand and settled back into the pillows, pulling the blankets up around him.

"This isn't Law and Order, you're not the DA, I'm not on trial, and I don't have to answer these questions." He replied sharply.

I smiled and rubbed his chest. "Aww baby, I missed your fits." I laughed at him from under my ice pack.

He tried to hide his smile. "You got a lot of nerve, I've told you that enought times. Here I am trying to take care of you and your banged up face, which was your fault by the way, and all you can do is launch accusations." He continued to try not to laugh.

I took my ice pack off, revealing my scary face. "I know you've been great, I'm sorry if that was too much. I just want to know why I'm here in the first place." I asked.

He took the ice pack from me and gently put it back across my nose. "Let's cover this back up, there." "You're here because we can't seem to stay away from each other. You and me just keep running into each other for some reason." He said looking into my eyes.

I smiled, "Yeah, some reason, to drive each other crazy perhaps?" I asked.

He laughed, "You sure are good at it and I do my best". He kissed my forehead and snuggled closer to me.

Our breath mingled with each others as we laid there in silence facing each one another, me with my ice pack and Keith looking intently at me. He outstretched one hand to my hip, sliding it under the tee shirt I had on. He ran his thumb along my hip bone, his eyes cast downwards at my breasts. His soft fingers reached back further to the small of my back and downward. I let out a soft moan and ran my hand down his chest. I stopped at the waist of his flannel pants and tugged at the drawstring. Once released I ran the back of my hand down lower, he twitched slightly under my touch. We exchanged knowing glances and he ran his free hand across my chin, one finger grazing my lips. He smiled and laughed, "I've never made love to a girl with an ice pack on her face."

I smiled back, "And you won't tonight." As I turned my back to him.

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[> [> [> [> [> Oh come ON Kristin. Put the poor boy out of his misery. Be careful and you won't bother your nose any more. Someone has got to wedge them apart - might as well be you. (Unless you would like to give me his number.) -- Texas_Cheryl, 01:18:42 05/04/06 Thu [1]

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[> [> [> [> [> [> You can't leave us, I mean Keith hanging like that!! Hope to hear more "entertainment" soon, maybe you could work that "Keith in the nurses outfit" thingy into the next bit ? -- AussieChick, 03:46:32 05/04/06 Thu [1]

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[> [> [> [> [> Somebody's bound to get hurt but... -- bird, 23:45:05 05/06/06 Sat [1]

I had no idea that meant physically as well. As much as I like "angry Keith", I like "caring/sorry/OMG!what did I do?/rest here in my arms Keith" almost as much...Almost now, not quite...lol Wonder who will happen upon those britches of yours crumpled up on the closet floor? Please let it be the "tall woman"...C'mon now kennedy! Let at least a little sh** hit the fan! Me thinks that I might just like to see Keith squirm...

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[> [> [> [> [> [> glad you liked it -- kennedypratt, 01:34:07 05/08/06 Mon [1]

Thanks Bird. I wasn't sure I could write a believable caring/fussing/sympathetic Keith but I'm glad I pulled it off. You know I am so much better at writing angry characters, LOL! Glad you noticed the pants on the floor, it was a long time ago that we discussed that senario. We'll see how it turns out. I have to go home at some point and the tall one has to finish filming at some point. Stay tuned!!

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